A Wedding to Remember
Copyright© 2019 by Barry James
Chapter 3: Steph - Has My Big-ass Ship Come In?
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3: Steph - Has My Big-ass Ship Come In? - Steph had it all worked out. She would have the wedding of her fantasy and the life of her dreams. Her plan was perfect and everything was ready. What could go wrong? There are 14 chapters, but many are very short. Chapters are used to change the person providing the point of view.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Rags To Riches Geeks Revenge
It didn’t take long for Steph to figure out that Linc was a genius. All the other geniuses in the group she called the ‘nerd-herd’ deferred to him.
The twenty grand that Schein Pharmaceutical paid her for the secrets she maneuvered out of Brad was almost gone already. She let them off with too good a bargain. The next sale needed to be six figures.
Her fake interest in Brad was tied to advancing her career by helping make her look more intelligent than she was to her supervisors, or finding secrets she could sell. A ‘doggie-style’ 25 seconds with Brad in the supply closet was worth the payday from Schein. She knew Brad had a ‘walking-wet-dream level crush’ on her. He craved her attention. When she faked any morsel of interest in him, he became putty in her hands. His puny little tent and wet spot in the front of his khakis were always dead giveaways. She easily hid the fact that she was completely repulsed by him. Steph saw that Brad was a close friend of Linc’s. She decided to control her need to barf and convinced her puppet to help her get to know Linc.
“Hey, Brad?” Steph asked with a slippery sweet voice. “I saw you had lunch with that new guy?”
“My friend, Linc?” Brad struggled to speak without sounding like some drooling fool, except he felt like a drooling fool with women.
“What’s his story, Baby? He looks like a nice guy.”
“He is. A real brain. Smartest guy I ever met. I don’t understand half of what he works on.”
“Come on, Brad. You’re super smart—and kinda cute too!”
Steph noticed the tell-tale wet spot.
“Nah. Not like Linc.”
“So if he’s a contract guy and that smart, he must make a lot of bucks.”
“I don’t know, but he doesn’t need to.”
Steph’s ears perked up. “Why? Is he rich or something?”
“Shoot. I’m not supposed to say.”
“Say what? You can tell me anything, Brad. It’s safe with me.”
She leaned into his side and placed her palm on the front of his hip disgustingly close to his tiny soldier, and the little tent grew to its maximum. She estimated four-and-a-half inches. Max.
“Okay, but don’t tell anyone. He’s the last of the Addington’s. He’s got mega millions—maybe even billions. I think he only works because it’s fun and his brain needs the stimulation.”
It was too much for Steph to resist. Her imagination ran wild. New dreams formed as fast as her brain could work. Images danced in her head of luxury, travel, jewelry, vacation houses all over the world, yachts, and every imaginable extravagance.
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